Familiar Land

We drove the Kidder Campaign Camper up to Logan Lake and then on the entrance to Highland Valley Copper.   Planted a few campaign signs, and stood by the side of the road in the cool of the morning waving at people as they drove in for dayshift or headed home after graveyard.  Mostly friendly honks and waves, a few thumbs down and a couple of emphatic fingers up.

After shift change, there's very little traffic.  I took the crew of David Bell (official agent, driver, keeper-of-the-candidate's-schedule) and Saul Ramey (videographer) on a ten-minute tour to see the very large hole in the ground out of which the copper ore comes, and the even larger lake of tailings, the sterile sand that's left after the copper has been concentrated and separated for shipping to Japan.  Look at it on Google Earth, if you can - just type "Highland Valley Copper" into the search window - you'll be amazed.

I wrote a bit earlier about how profoundly I feel at home here.  I was telling David that I'm almost certainly the only guy on the planet who has first chased cows over two big chunks of country, at Hatheume for Douglas Lake and in the Highland Valley for Bjorn Neilsen's Mesa Vista Ranch, only to come back to work in mines digging up the same pieces of ground.  Sky, sun, rain, snow, trees, grasses, soil, overburden, rock, and ore.  An unusual continuity in a fortunate life.

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